A/N: Hi, this is my first fanfiction attempt! I hope you like it!
Elliot rounded the corner heading towards the gym. He was about to go inside when he heard something that made him stop in his tracks. "Well, aren't you even a little interested in Elliot?" It had been Casey Novak's voice and he could guess who she was speaking to. He waited for a reply, but all he heard was silence. He wanted to scream for her to answer the damn question. He dug his nails into his wrist instead. He felt closer to her than ever before and he felt that maybe, finally, they could cross the boundary of their partnership. Her silence was killing him. "Olivia, come on!" he heard Casey say again.
"No, I'm not interested in Elliot." The words cut right through him. "Nothing ever happened and nothing ever will. He's...he's Elliot." He heard some laughing then and he thought it would have been easier on him if she had just cut him open, shot him, anything else. He walked off in a furious haze. She didn't want him, fine. He didn't want her either.
Only he did. He wanted her more than anything and now she had confirmed that she felt nothing for him.
He didn't know it was nervous laughter from Liv or that Casey laughed louder to cover up just how nervous the laughter was because Munch and Fin were in there too. Munch had started ribbing on Olivia that maybe there was something more going on between them and Casey had just joined right in without thinking. She quickly changed the subject to it being "that time of the month," and Fin and Munch were gone in less than 30 seconds. "Sorry," she said once they were gone.
"It's fine." Casey eyebrow shut up and then she looked at her knowingly. "Casey..." Suddenly she wanted to just get her feelings out; tell someone the truth. "I love him. Casey, I love Elliot."
Casey's mouth dropped open. She had seen it in her face, but didn't think Olivia would actually admit her feelings. She started to grin. "Does he know anything?"
Olivia raked her fingers through her deep brown curls and bit down on her lower lip."No, he doesn't feel that way about me. I know he still misses Kathy and being home with her and the kids. I'm sure he'll be back together with her any day now."
Casey leaned in and gave her a hug. "C'mon then, let's go out and have a good time tonight." Olivia looked to say goodbye to Elliot and was surprised to find that he had already left. Sighing a little, she shrugged into her leather jacket and left the precinct with Casey.
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Elliot Stabler was jealous. More jealous than he had ever been in his life. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her laughing into the phone, talking animatedly. He wondered what about. That guy did not deserve Liv. He deserved Liv. It had been three weeks since he'd heard her talking with Casey. He was miserable and she was having the time of her life. His fists clenched and he had to remind himself to breathe and unclench. He was about to go over to the coffee machine so he could get closer and hear what she was saying, but was interrupted by Cragen who told him he and Olivia had to go out on a new case and gave him a quick rundown.
When he got started towards Olivia, he watched as she ran a hand though her hair and twisted a few strands around her finger. She did not seem to notice how close he was getting. "I'll see you tonight. I can't wait." She laughed again and he wondered what the hell could be so funny. "No you hang up first." He literally wanted to be sick. Was she for real?
He grabbed the phone and hung up. She looked at him, her eyes widening in surprise and turning into a glare. "Sorry Liv," he said dripping with sarcasm, "but we have to go out on a case. You know, do our jobs." Before she could respond he stormed out the door. It was not the first time that he had insinuated that she wasn't doing a good job lately and she felt her cheeks redden as the sudden anger started to pull at her. She did not know what was going on with him, but she knew he had been treating her like crap lately.
"What was that?" she asked as she stalked outside after him.
His blue eyes seemed to be sparking. "Drop it," he growled. She didn't want to, she really didn't but she did not feel like getting into a screaming match either. She got in the car, but at least she slammed the door for effect. They rode in silence.